A little out of place

Corbin silently chuckled to himself and the amusement showed in his eyes. er story was quite fascinating. Living a thousand years with a father figure who traveled. His fascination was piqued at the mention of her father visiting sometime soon and wondered if he could get the chance to meet him.

Turning to Tamara, he signed at her quickly,

"Changing faces? Different names?" he repeats, "Are you and your father secret services?"



(("Oh Grandma, you have the best stories!" -little corbin says as he bites into his cookie))

Corbin let her words sink in and he looked up at the ceiling, his fingers idly twiddling atop the opposite hand's palm. He mostly understood how her father's immortality spell worked. An immortal body, and has to go around now and then so as not to blow his cover. A brief thought of those vampires in Twilight crossed his mind and he wondered if they ever traveled to protect their identity. With a mental slap delivered to himself, he continued on his original train of thought.

An immortal body versus an immortal soul. The former would mean that the body will never age as where the latter, the soul will never do. Or in this case, it never dies. However, the body is a different part of the being.

Finally coming to at least some form of conclusion, Corbin turns to Tamara and asks his questions.

"Two questions," he begins then pauses, unsure on how to continue without accidentally offending the other. "First question, where do you get your bodies? Second question, where do you get your bodies?"





((He actually was supposed to ask two questions but I forgot what the other one was while I was typing so--))

The hopeless, she says. Like him?, he thinks.

Corbin wonders about just ceasing to exist. He's tried it before, to save others, but he was always such a coward. He could have never pulled the trigger. That was why he just ran, so he didn't have to face any of the responsibilities he knew he had to face back then but never did. The families of the lives he just took away.

He took his time replying, eventually signing: "I might know how you feel."

But he doesn't. He doesn't really. Because he had always been the hopeless one. Never his friends. Never his family. They wanted to live. They were the ones with the spirit to live on and storm through whatever problem they might have been facing. He had no right taking that from them.

A small, sad chuckle left his mouth. Though it was muffled by the scarf, it was clear that it was soft and raspy as it hasn't been used in a while. Just as soon as it left his mouth, he closed it back up. Shame overpowering his features. This was his punishment. He shouldn't speak. Not ever. For everyone's sake, including his.



((Jumping in the sad and somber wagon.))

Corbin hung his head, knowing that she was right. No one could ever know exactly. Everyone's problems were their own and that there was no way that another person could fully understand the depth of the situation without living it themselves.

He shook his head sullenly. He didn't want to talk, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to stop himself from getting too invested in a story he was still too afraid to tell. He'd really rather just forget about everything that's happened but also knew that wasn't a choice for him to take. He can't forget.

"Thanks anyway," he signs, genuinely grateful that Tamara had wanted to talk. But he doubted that it was something he was going to share to anybody anytime soon.

Corbin nodded to let her know that he understood. Maybe he can go and visit to talk about other things. It doesn't have to be about him. He felt rather guilty considering that Tamara had shared more than what he had expected her to at first, but he still wasn't all that comfortable with talking about his own story. Besides, he didn't know whether or not their paths would cross again after this. He might or might not take her up on that offer after all.

Seeing as she asked him about going back, he shrugged. He wasn't really up to going to class now that he's spend half of the time here. He could probably just head to his classes later in the afternoon.

Trying to lighten the mood, he signed at her with a cheeky look in his eyes.

"I'm feeling rather faint all of a sudden. It must have been the fumes. It might be best if I stayed."